Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Game Over, artist - Bali Baby. Date of issue: 29.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Game Over |
| Aha, I told that motherfuckin' ho to stick to the plan |
| That bitch tryna go out there, do this, do that, no bitch! |
| (Mitch Mula, drop that bumbaclaat) |
| Haha, muah! |
| Little bitch, stick to the plan |
| I’m rockin' out like a bitch in the band |
| I got more shells than the beach on the sand |
| Slimin' niggas just like I’m Dirty Dan |
| Come get your bitch, you know she is a fan |
| I call him Peter, he whippin' the pans |
| Diamonds glarin' on me, might catch a tan |
| I pulled up on 'em and they fuckin' ran (Hah, goodbye) |
| Bitch, it’s game over, I’m riding 'round in a Rover |
| He cannot walk, he ain’t sober |
| I know that I cannot walk out in public, 'cause I know this gas got a oder |
| Little bitch snakin', I call her a cobra |
| Ice skatin', because my water colder |
| They love my flow because my shit is bolder |
| I love that bitch 'cause she do what I told her |
| Back to spittin' heat, you niggas impressed |
| When I step out, I dress for the best |
| They ask me how I’m doin', bitch, take a guess |
| Niggas switchin' clothes, but flex for the net |
| Yes I’m poppin', bitch I know you upset |
| Check out my neck, my diamonds is wet |
| These bitches poppin' pussy for a check |
| She in the front row, she wanna have sex |
| I’m in a trance, Dirty Diana 'cause she start to dance |
| Keep your money, I don’t need no advance |
| Money hungry, pilin' up like some ants |
| You bitches ain’t poppin' your music is rants |
| Yes I’m poppin' just like I am a can |
| You is liar, got fire in your pants |
| Don’t ask me for shit, bitch, put up your hands |
| Little bitch, stick to the plan |
| I’m rockin' out like a bitch in the band |
| I got more shells than the beach on the sand |
| Slimin' niggas just like I’m Dirty Dan |
| Come get your bitch, you know she is a fan |
| I call him Peter, he whippin' the pans |
| Diamonds glarin' on me, might catch a tan |
| I pulled up on 'em and they fuckin' ran (Hah, goodbye) |
| Bitch, it’s game over, I’m riding 'round in a Rover |
| He cannot walk, he ain’t sober |
| I know that I cannot walk out in public, 'cause I know this gas got a oder |
| Little bitch snakin', I call her a cobra |
| Ice skatin', because my water colder |
| They love my flow because my shit is bolder |
| I love that bitch 'cause she do what I told her |